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Show LIFE'S LITTLE IHJRTS INJU8TICE8 TOLD AT MEETING OF KICKERS' CLUB, Small Things Rankle In the Minds of Many Years After They Might Haye Been Forgotten A Tragedy of Dish Washing. Tho Klckero' club was In session Tho subject for discussion was the deepest Injustice each member had sustalnod In tho course of his or her life?" Tho longhaired artist had tho floor. "The Injustlco that rankles most with me," ho was saying, "Is the llttlo hnblt a wife of mine onco had. I camo homo lato occasionally. Whenever it happened hap-pened Instead qf going quietly back to sleep after sho had let mo In she waited until I had fallen asleep und then got up noiselessly and Btoppcd tho clock. There tho next morning upon tho faco of It was tho time at which I had arrived." When ho hnd taken his seat thero aroso & writer "What fatigued me most In my past career' she sighed, "was the fnct that I onco offered a manuscript to an editor ed-itor which got homo before I did Though this, proves tho facility of Undo" -Sam's postal service, I have never yet been able to reconcllo myself my-self to the Idea of it." "Speaking of Injustice." observed another woman writer, "I had a specimen speci-men of it quite recently, A woman 1 know camo to me In great distress about her work. Sho was practically penniless, and 1 hastily offered her what refreshment I had while sho told rao her tale of woe. " 'By tho way,' she said to mo presently, pres-ently, 'what Is the name of that worn an'js paper you write for? I never wrote for a woman's paper In all my life, but It might be better than nothing.' noth-ing.' "I felt n little Insulted. It wos not a woman's papor, but a large maga-sine. maga-sine. Moreover, the editor was one of my best friends. Howover, since she as In such distress I gave her the name and a lettei of Introduction to tho editor "Moreover, I wroto to a well to do friend and askod her to help this toody one financially, since that hap-ponod hap-ponod to be out of my power. A few evenings later I called to see how she was t progressing. I found her qulto elated She gave herself airs upon remarking upon the visit of the wealthy woman, asking, haughtily. If I had also had a visit from her, which I had to own I had not had. Then camo tho blow that staggered me. Tho editor to whom I had Introduced her had accopted two of her articles. That very morning he had returned two of mine, with thanks." "The Injustice which rnnkles most with mo," said tho sad-eyed woman with tho brown hair, "happened when 1 was & jjttle girl. I belonged to the family or a, minister. He had sixteen children, three by his first wife and thirteen by the second, my mother. 1 was tho .thirteenth, and was born on the thirteenth day of tho month. "That should have been enough bad luck, but It wasn't. They made me wash the dishes. Spmebody else wiped them, but they made mo wash them. it was awful. "Well, I went away from home vis King as oftn as I could on account of those dishes. There was an uncle who lived about a mile away He nad a beautiful country house and a beau tlfut gray haired w Ifo and a maid, to wash, (he dishes. Ut fondness for that undo grew. It began to Include tho wife and the maid and all the chick-ens chick-ens on the place. "One day I stayed nil day long at the house of my uncle. I had a lovely time. They never made me do a thing. They had petted me as usual, making much of me to my heart's content. con-tent. Then before it began to be dark they filled mo with doughnuts and sent me along the way of the flowers home. Now guess what happened nhen I got home? "They had saved all the dishes from breakfast time till that dusky hour of twilight at which I arrived for me to wash up. "It was a bitter Injustice, which 1 have never been able to forget " |